Like a cup of tea

Oh my, our love is like a cup of tea
For a cup of tea is never perfect It can be too bitter or too sweet
Even to sour or spicy Oh, but our love was bitter
Sometimes sweet
Oh, a cup of tea you can take to the streets of Paris or
even the city of Rome
It's most preferred, however, in our little o'le home I want to sip from this tea till the day I take my last breath For that cup of tea, however, not perfect nor the most expensive
That tea warmed my soul It yanked me from my darkest hour
And as it grew bitter, it sent me right back Oh my love, that cup of tea may have gone sour for I had forgotten the recipe, but oh do i remember how to love
myself I promised you the world, and oh my love, will I find a way
to fulfill that promise Our love is like a cup of tea
 
By Manuel C.